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Penulis: Onyes
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I left the restroom without looking back.

The hallway was quiet now.

Most of the fellow new staff had already scattered to their next orientation session. The hum of the building had softened into a distant rhythm—faint laughter somewhere down the hall, the tapping of keyboards, the soft rustle of paper sketches from one of the design rooms.

I walked toward the main hall, steady and composed.

I could still feel Serena’s eyes on me—not in the room anymore, but in my memory. That fake concern. That quiet jab. The way she always waited for me to crack.

But I didn’t.

As I turned the corner, I knew she was probably still there—watching, smiling, thinking she’d won.

And maybe she had. For now.

Because the woman she saw was exactly who she wanted me to be: polite, obedient, willing to nod and say, “I’ll do better.”

What she didn’t see was the truth—that every word I spoke was a thread in a much larger plan. Every smile was a shield. I wasn’t playing along. I was waiting.

She didn’t know that.
Onyes

Could you play a psychological game like Evelyn’s, or would it be too cruel?

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